A remarkable essay on the arch. My favourite teh tarik and curry puff spot in the city, where the breeze would sweep in, and old uncles in Panda-brand t-shirts would lie on the stone benches and sleep. My secret hideout. One of the few remaining bastions of authentic sleepy honest Singapore.And what architectural perfection, a built testament to the perspectival precision of the Ideal City.
And soon, another "lifestyle centre" no different from what is available next door. Yet another simulacra container of history that will breathe global capitalist consumerism, and tourist dollar.
Sigh.
